A Not So Normal Day For Haruhi Fujioka

A Not So Normal Day For Haruhi Fujioka
A Ouran High School Host Club fan fiction
Written by AviarisSevanthis

Chapter 6- Peering Inside

~Note to Readers~ {Alright, Chapter 6! Before I say anything else, congratulations Raichael, you got the pun, and TWO COOKIES!!!! Indeed, as crass as it may be, there was a (unintentional) pun in regards to the whole box thing. Opening the box, when one could say they are at the same time opening Haruhi's "box." Plus, the whole Pandora's Box theme. That's sortof symbolism as well, for what going to happen. When Pandora's Box was opened, the opener did so without knowing the consequences of their actions. Similarly, the twins opened Haruhi's "box"(so crude) without realizing the consequences of their actions. In both cases, when the boxes opened, noone knew what would happen. Noone knew that all hell would break loose...although, what's happening in this fic isn't exactly hell...well, maybe it is right now for Tamaki..and there is still time for others to make suggestions on who should be involved next. The window of opportunity is closing, so hurry up! Whatever get's the most requests will happen!....DON'T FORGET TO RATE AND REVIEW!} ~End of Note to Readers~

~~Just Outside the Office of Dr. Devon Ralis~~

Haruhi had refused to leave the house that day. Therefore, her father, Ranka's, desire to keep her there was welcome. When he'd come home, he'd grilled her for hours about where she'd been, why, with who, doing what, etc.

The nonstop questions, she found, were welcome as well. They kept her mind off of...other things. However, in the end, things went very...badly. Her father noticed something very...odd, about her. And so he made the worst of mistakes.

He took her to see a therapist.

How he came to the conclusion to drag her to a therapist for a psyche evaluation, she'd never know. She did know that, by the end of it, she'd learned a very horrible truth.

"Well, it's only one session, but...well, I've never seen such stong responses." The psychiatrist seemed quite embarrassed. He wasn't the only one. Haruhi felt like she could die. How could she have done such a thing!?

~Flashback~~

The man, Dr. Ralis, was surprised, to say the least. After a small hint of something that he'd picked up on, he'd focused on that small something, and had discovered just how big it actually was. This could not be misunderstood.

Ever basic test, every advanced test, every test that was subtle to the greatest of degrees, all of them pointed to the same thing. However, he had to be sure.

"Ms. Fujioka, I'm pretty sure I know what's wrong, but there is one last test. It's not at all deciding, but I just feel it's best to cover all the bases. Probably should have done this one first." He pulled out several inkblots. The famous Rorshach inkblot test.

Dr. Ralis moved through the ten cards quickly. It didn't take long for Haruhi to answer. She lied in her answers. He could tell. She gave common answers. Simple answers.

Her body reactions, however, told him all he needed to know. The blush that creeped further along her skin at every card, the way her fingers dug into the fabric of her chair, and the way she pressed her legs tightly together.

If that wasn't enough, he saw something far more revealing, and immediately looked away, closing his eyes, blushing a bit as well. Thankfully, she couldn't see this. What he had seen...

Well, she WAS wearing a skirt. And he assumed panties. Either way, there was a wet spot on the chair between her legs. He might have thought she'd wet herself, had he not caught a floral scent on the air.

He put the cards away, and sighed heavily. "No doubt about it, Ms. Fujioka. You have a serious problem."

She looked down, biting her lip. "I was afraid of that...." He stood, running his fingers through his hair. This was rather hard for him. Partly because she was a very attractive young woman, and he wasn't exactly old.

He was only in his early-twenties, after all. Just 22. A brilliant doctor already. A prodigy, as they called him. He was also very attractive, though that never occured to him.

"Dr. Ralis..." He turned to her. "Call me Devon. I honestly hate being called by my last name. I will of course still call you Ms. Fujioka." He sighed, rubbing his forhead lightly.

"Your problem...well, I don't want to explain it more than once, so let's please go out to your father." She nodded, and stood, not noticing the wet spot she left behind. Devon, however, definetly noticed. His eyes grew wide.

It was even worse than he thought. This girl had a serious problem.

She strated toward the door, Devon following her, when a bird flew into the window. This normally wouldn't be a problem. The birds did this often, and were always fine.

However, it startled Haruhi, and she jumped a bit, stumbled, and tripped. She fell to the floor, clipping her shoulder on the table. Devon rushed over, kneeling next to her.

"Ms. Fujioka! Are you alright?" She was clutching her shoulder, wincing heavily. He hesitated, then gently moved her hand away, lifting up the sleeve of her t-shirt, checking her shoulder. He sighed with relief.

"Oh good. Just looks like it'll bruise, at most." He smiled at her, and froze. She was staring up at him, her face flushed.

*Oh dear...that look she has..*

Haruhi couldn't think straight. God, he was gorgeous. Jet black hair that hung down a bit past his chin, framing his face perfectly, barely pushed out of his face..startling violet eyes...a single earring in his left ear...his hair was so soft..

How did she know his hair was soft? Oh. Right. Her finger's were twisted into his hair.

"M-Ms. Fu-Fujioka...you need to calm down..this is highly inappropria-" He was silenced by her as she crushed her lips against his. This was bad. This was bad, bad, bad, VERY bad! She was his patient!

Worse, a patient who did not yet know that she...*Oh dear god...*

Haruhi wasn't even thinkign straight anymore. She just knew she wanted that pleasure again, wanted to feel a warm body against hers, filling that void that she'd never known needed filling. So she just let herself go.

Devon was trying to pull away, but who could blame him for only being half-hearted about it? It was hard to resist a beautiful woman, especially for young men. It also helped that he knew she wasn't a whore. Just...unable to control herself.

By the time she was unfastening his pants, he was already gone, sucked into this.

She rolled him onto his back, and slid her hand down his pants, grasping his hardening member, and stroking it slowly, 'waking' it up. Never did the kiss break, except for brief moments to get air.

Finally, Haruhi just pulled his pant's down completely, and slid down so his length was right in front of her as she ran both her hands over it.

Devon gritted his teeth, unable to believe this was happening. But he couldn't bring himself to stop it. He groaned a bit as she nuzzled his member, rubbing her cheek against it. This was just...

It seemed Haruhi was going on what seemed to be instinct. In actuallity, she was just fulfilling her desire to explore the man's body, and to just have fun. Her mind was practically lost in a haze at this point.

Finally, she kissed the tip, before licking it lightly, then took just the head into her mouth, sucking gently. Devon's fingertips dug into the carpet as he watched her. "M-Ms. Fujioka..."

She removed her mouth from him briefly, but only to mutter, "Haruhi," before taking even more of him into the moist cavern of her mouth, running her tongue over him slowly, savoring the taste, it seemed.

He tensed, the pleasure hard to ignore. "H-Haruri, we....we sh-shouldn't be doing this..."

She moved up to take a breath, and glanced up at him. "Why?" Giving him no chance to answer, she shifted forward, and slid her mouth down over him slowly. And then her lips reached the base, his entire length buried in her mouth.

She gagged a bit, unused to the feeling, but allowed herself to get used to it, sucking lightly, and gently playing with his balls delicately.

It was official. He hated this girl. Yet at the same time...he couldn't hate her. It wasn't her fault. And really...it felt..."....fucking good..."

She she began to move over him, making sure to take in his full length every time as she moved, the tip hitting the back of her throat. It wasn't particularly comfortable, and maybe it was just her, but it tasted wonderful to her.

She began sucking on him a bit harder, moving faster, stroking him with one hand whenever she came up for air, and often making obscene slurping noises as she worked. Her other hand was under her panties, fingering herself.

She gagged again as she mistakenly attempted to take him even deeper, the muscles of her throat constricting on the head of his member, only increasing his pleasure. Her moans also sent vibrattions through him, making him groan.

Finally, after what seemed to him like years, he managed to form a coherent thought. "Haru....Haruhi...I can't...hold back...I'm gonna..."

She glanced up at him and grinned, and raked her teeth over the skin of his length lightly. That was all it took.
He clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the loud groan of pleasure that attempted to burst forth from him as he finally released.

Haruhi was a little startled by the result. Most of his seed filled her mouth and throat, but nearly choked her and she jerked back, the rest pumping out onto her face. She just sat there for a moment, staring at his length in surprise.

Then she she just smiled, swallowing what she already had, then leaning down to clean the rest off of him with her tongue. Once done, she grinned up at him, licking her lips.

*How is possible for her to look cute, beautiful, and completely lewd, all at the same time? While covered in cum...*

She was not, however, done. Before he could move, she had wiped the rest of his cum from her face, licking it from her fingers then, removed her panties, then staddled him. She leaned in close to his face, licking his cheek. "You're still so hard, Devon..."

He started to object, but she raised herself, then impaled herself on his length, causing her to cry out softly, before giving a light moan, grinding against him.

When she began to ride him, practically bouncing on him, she started to pant heavily, starting to moan more loudly. "Haruhi," Devon managed to force out, "you have to be quiet..."

She responded in the oddest of ways. She gagged herself with her own panties, muffling her moans.
Devon just stared at her, trying to stay quiet himself. This girl...she was really something...

~~Back to the Present~~

After all was said and done, Haruhi, once her desires were satiated, came out her lustful haze. When she did, she couldn't believe how she'd acted, and had broke down crying. Devon, once he'd fixed his pants, tried to comfort her.

When he'd finally managed to calm her down, he explained to her that it was not at all her fault, and went ahead and explained to her what was wrong.

She had a form of nymphomania. It was not like most other forms, in which it was triggered by pain, stress, or extreme discomfort. She was just genuinely addicted, completely and totally, to sex.

The only real way to possibly fix it, as far as he could see, was to abstain to stimulation completely. But that would cause all kinds of problems. He'd just have to give her some rules.

Now, standing before her father, who he had understandably mistaken for a woman, he explained it all again. The crossdressing man was shocked, to say the least. "But...what can we do?"

Devon just shook his head. "Not much. Best thing to do would be to just...let her try and control herself. We were in there for awhile, and she managed to not leap across the room at me."

This was true. It was only when they were in close proximity that anything had happened.

"So, I think that if she just avoids getting too close to people, and tries to keep her mind on other things, she should eventually be able to control herself to a degree. Some sedatives might help as well..."

Ranka paused. "Sexual suppressants?" He couldn't believe this question was being asked, and about Haruhi, of all people. Devon just shook his head. "None that don't come without some potentially serious threats."

Ranka sighed, looking at Haruhi, who was visibly shaken. "Anything else you can suggest?"

Devon nodded slightly. "I would advise taking the precaution of putting her on birth control, and having her cary condoms. Better safe than sorry..."

"Well what if I just move her to an all girls school, or homeschool her? Just keep her away from people?"

Devon shook his head. "If she has a 'fit,' she'll go after anyone. Including women, and even you. She won't be able to help it. If she has any friends at school, ones she can trust, tell them about this. They can try and help keep her out of trouble."

He paused. "And be very careful about that. People she can definetly trust, understand me. People who genuinely have her safety in mind."

He hated to admit it, but Ranka knew exactly who that would be. He simply nodded. "I understand."

After a strained silence, Ranka finally asked what could have caused this. Devon shrugged.

"A traumatic sexual experience maybe. Or perhaps it was just triggered by having sex. There is no telling. It's the addiction to the pleasure that causes it."

Ranka turned to Haruhi, already knowing. It was obvious what had happened while she'd been out all night.
She froze, thinking. She couldn't tell him the truth. Never. If she did, there was no telling what he would do to the twins, or perhaps the entire Host Club. He might even burn the school down.

"Haruhi...what happened last night?"

She just shook her head, refusing to answer.

"Was it someone from that Host Club!?"

She shook her head fiercely, eyes wide. "No, never."

Ranka sighed, expecting that. He didn't think it could have been one of them, anyway. Finally, Devon wagered a guess. "Haruhi...did someone force themselves on you?"

It was a chance to protect the twins, and she latched onto it. She nodded slowly. She hated to lie, but this was important.

The questions continued to come. Before long, it was decided by Devon and her father that she had been raped, had no idea who it was, and had no description of them, and was too upset to explain what had happened.

It was better than the twins getting murdered.

~~The Suoh Family's Second Estate~~

Tamaki could only stand there, the phone shaking in his hand. "I...I understand, sir...I'll tell the others..." He was suddenly determined. "We'll protect Haruhi's virtue with our lives!"

He slammed the phone down, then proceeded to call the rest of the Host Club, explaining the situation. By the end of it, all of them had come to agreement. Even Kyoya was fired up about this.

All of them vowed to make sure that Haruhi did not get herself into trouble or soil her reputation. Of course, they all thought that she had actually been raped. None of them knew about the lie.

And thus it was that Tamaki, with the help of Mori, Hunny, Hikaru, Kaoru, and the Shadow King himself, Kyoya, initiated "Operation: Protect Haruhi's Virtue and Innocence! a.k.a. The Committee to Insist Haruhi is Definetly Still a Virgin!"

~Note to Readers~ {Well? Whaddya think, eh? This chapter was, in a way, a bit on the darker side, if you think about it. I mean come on. Haruhi finds out that she's a nympho. That's gotta be hard on a girl. And yes, Devon is an Original Character of mine. Of course, when he was originally created, he was a neko. This version of him is basically him, but without his sister, and he's human...and a psychiatrist. And yes, the lie about being raped WILL come back to bite her in the ass. Not literally, of course, cause the biting of the ass is a bit wierd. So obviously, SOMEONE will probably do it.....DON'T FORGET TO RATE AND REVIEW!} ~End of Note to Readers~